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Prologue

Bella's POV

My name is Isabella, Bella, Swan. I am 17 years old and am a junior at Forks High School in Forks, Washington, the rainiest city in the United States of America. I was forced to move in with my father, Charlie, when I was 9, about a week after my mother, Renee, and my stepfather, Phil, were brutally murdered. That was when my life went to hell.

Flashback

I got on the plane from Phoenix to Forks about 3 hours ago. All I did for those 3 hours was look out the window and cry for my mother.

Child Services were forcing me to move to the city I was born, my least favorite city in the US: Forks, Washington. Forks, the place where everything is green and wet. It rains almost constantly there. I didnĂ­t know how I would survive it. I grew up in Phoenix with my mother, and in Phoenix, it only rained about four times a year.

The captain came on the speakers and announced that we were starting our decent to Forks Airport.

When I got off the plane, I immediately spotted Charlie waiting for me. He had a look of utmost loathing, anger, revulsion, and one more emotion I couldn't identify . . . excitement? That's the one that scared me the most. Something terrible always happened when Charlie was excited.

Charlie was quiet the whole ride to his house. He just stared out the windshield with a sick smile on his face.

When we got to his house, he pulled me out of the car by my hair and proceeded to drag me up the stairs. He threw me on the bed in my room.

"If you know what's good for you, you will do whatever I say," he growled. Then, he turned and disappeared out the door. He returned minutes later with three pairs of handcuffs. "Lay down and don't move," he ordered.

Terrified, I obeyed. He took one pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hands above my head to the headboard. He then proceeded to cuff my feet to the bedposts.

He leaned over and whispered, "Now I'm going to make you pay for what happened to Renee every day for the rest of your life, worthless bitch. And, oh god, it'll be painful, but if you tell anyone about it, I'll kill you and whoever you told. Understand?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

He started punching every inch of my body he could as hard as he could. After punching me for what felt like ages, he uncuffed me, threw me on the floor, and started kicking me; four times in the stomach, two times on my legs, and two times on my arms. At this point, the pain was so overwhelming that I was almost unconscious. I saw Charlie's foot swing toward my face, then I knew no more.

End Flashback